The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1887-10-01

and simply without accompaniment
as with one, She had what the
French call tears in her voice. There
was an intense pathos in some of her
notes. She was never more charm
ing than when she sang. and she was
always charming. Mrs. Blair, as
she listened to the liquid tones and
watched the girls delicate, spiritual
face, acknowledged to herself that
Farmley's infatuation was not an un-
reasonable thing. Ambrose Farmley
himself, throwing one arm over the
back of his garden chair, allowed his
cigar to 60 out, and pulled at his
moustache, with his fine eyes glow
ing with resentful passion at his en-.
chantress, while she. her head thrown
up a little and her hands clasped
loosely in her lap, seemed lost to all
things sublunary, Was she thinking
of that handsome, dashing, absent
English lover of hers, who had cap
tured her young heart when yet it
was in its early teens, and whom she
had given tarmly to understand she
had promised never to forget?
A servant came out of the house
and approached Mrs. Blair apologet-
ically.
IA gentleman ~ she said low, in
answer to his whisper. Marion stop
ped singing. "Where is the gentle
man ?"
"In the little reception room."
When Mrs. Blair had departed
there fell an embarrassed silence be.
tween the TWO young people. The
moon was now up, and it cast
pearly radience full on Miss Denni-
sons blonde head and ethereal face.
She seemed to her impassioned lover
too beautiful and good and delicate
for this earth and it's rough uses. A
moonbeam could not be more inlan-
gible nor cooler than she had been to
him. This very evanescent, poetic
charm of hers enthralled him-seem.
ed to meet a want of his nature
which no other woman had eyer yet
remotely touched.
He leaned abruptly forward, and
startled. dove-like eyes rested on his
pallid yisage. "Miss Dennison,
shall go away tomorrow"
$50 away 2" she murmured.
"You see, / can't stop here. and be
with you constantly after what said
yesterday" They both colored lit.
tie, but each was too much moved to
notice the fact in the other. "And
so 1 had best go away. But 1 wish
you to know that / shall never
change, and that if ever-if you"
marion, dear" called Mrs. Blair
from the house.
Marion rose with little agitated
glance toward Farmly, who had put
out his hand.
Sap goodbye now, won't you ?"
he stammered huskily. He looked
very handsome and devoted and
miserable standing there, and she
impulsively laid her fingers in his.
He held them in a close grip, and at
last she had to tear them away
When she entered the little reception
roam she had heightened color.
A gentleman sat talking to Miss
Blair-a large, red-faced. middle-aged
man with resonant voice. AT her
entrace he started to his feet and
walking rapidly up to her seized
both her hands.
"Marion! Well. well. we'll ~ he
cried, joyfully. 81 declare Why I!
Ha, ha, ha! Bless me if the child
knows me! So forgetiuI as that,
Marion? Inconsistency, thy name is
woman ?"
Mrs. Blair had risen with the In.
tentiCn of leaving the room. But
dismay rooted her feet to the spot.
She expected the words which fell
the next second from Marion's white
lips, yet she could scarcely credit that
she had heard them Alright when
they came:
"This is Captain Low, Mrs. Blair"
The captain bowed gallantly. and
the exertion increased the ruddiness
of his complexion.
II have had the pleasure of talking
some minutes with Mrs. Blair" he
cried. Fancy, Miss Dennison"--some
Intuition had evidently warned him
to address her hereafter in that form
IL only knew of your whereabouts
by mere chance this morning. I've
cousin living in New York now,
and l asked him il he had ever met
you. He knew some one who in
turn knew Mrs. Blair. and me hap
pened to have heard that a Miss
Marion Dennison was stopping with
her. / expected to finu you married,
you KNOW" this interesting person.
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